That was what my fortune cookie said this evening … but, let’s go back to start …
Nine months ago I sat down at my computer to write a book. Today, on my doorstep, the official proof arrived. No more spiral bound Kinko’s mock-up, no more hypothetical printed pages scaled down on my computer for review … no, it was really real with a pretty gloss cover and hundreds of creme pages with my name on the cover. It was really wild moment, opening the brown cardboard box and unearthing the finished product. A surreal moment … one I’ve waited for a long time. And yet, it was strangely bazaar … as I held it in my hand for the first time, I was overcome with this feeling of being introduced to something you’ll love for the first time. You see, I know my book, I just didn’t know it like this. This is different … and it’s spectacular to me.
And then it was as if my hands grew vines around the book. I wandered from room to room in my home with it, I couldn’t put it down.
We celebrated the way one does on an icy winter night with the first real snow of the season blowing hard outside … we ordered in. Chinese food. Mark walked out with the two fortune cookies and told me to pick … and tonight, instead of playing our ritual game of “in bed” we’d play “with my or your book”.
I suddenly felt like I was making a huge decision … way more serious than dessert should ever be. But, I played along, mulling over my choices for a solid minute before picking one of the plastic wrapped cookies.
I broke it open … and inside it said … in two months you will reach your goal.
Because in two months my book will be published. I’ve said March all along. I wanted to give myself the balance of a year to be really ready … to be secure and ready.
Today was a beautiful day … and I look forward to two months time.